Stream of Consciousness

On Aging well.
When you learn something new, your memory center lights up like a Christmas tree...stimulating it, creating a loop of new information. That stimulation is like a workout for the hippocampus. (The elongated ridges on the floor of each lateral ventricle of the brain, thought to be the centre of emotion, memory, and the autonomic nervous system).
By Novel Allenabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Behind the thoughts of Men
"Nate, Kal, Zane. Come on over here. We need to have a conversation about men and their feelings about and towards women".
By Novel Allenabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
How to Become (and Stay) Semi-Famous
1. Be born into a family that doesn’t share your genes (i.e., adoption). That way, the rest of these steps will be like putting a round peg into a square hole, which of course is the way any sensible project comes together.
By Daniel J. Heckabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
Me, Myself, and I
“Alright. Get in, get out.” “What do you mean, get in, get out? You have to buy stuff for a party!” “Yeah, but I know exactly what I need to get. None of that anxious debating between two items for who knows how long. And it’s just stuff for French bread pizza. The others are bringing the rest of the stuff. And I already got the cheese at the other store. Man, I was lucky there was a sale!”
By Rebecca Pattona day ago in Fiction
Draft with Revisions
My father told me what life was. You go to school. You get a job. You earn money. You retire. My father didn’t offer this as advice, no. He described it as routine, a set way of doing things that had worked before. Years of hardship, repetition, and caution shaped this path. There was no room for discussion. I never questioned it because that seemed pointless, even wasteful, and waste was not allowed in that system.
By Lori A. A.2 days ago in Fiction
How to Help When You Can’t. Content Warning.
Supplies Needed: One clean towel you will pretend you’re folding for practical reasons. A glass of water you will refill too often. A phrase you can repeat when your mind empties: I’m here.
By SUEDE the poet2 days ago in Fiction
The Baker's Paradox
Rutaa wiped the sweat draining off his bald head like a stream before drinking an entire goblet of water. The water wasn’t cool, nothing in his bakery was cool at the best of times, but the festival wasn't the best of times for a baker. He appreciated the humble reprieve none the less.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Fiction
The Voice Inside My Head.
“Try the oysters, they flew them in this morning.” “Everything here flies in, doesn’t it?” “You finally made it, you know.”
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.3 days ago in Fiction
Just Checking In On You
‘How are you doing?’ ‘I've been better, honestly.’ ‘Have you had any nutrients today?’ ‘Nah, I don't feel like it.’
By Moon Desert3 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjanan4 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan4 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan4 days ago in Fiction